Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.